Brad pulls up to the house in a woody wagon, which as visual puns go is a pretty funny one, and VOs that today's group daters have a lot to live up to compared to blah blah. Faux Beach Boys music tootles on the soundtrack. Brad goes in, greets everyone, then asks after Michele; he's told she's outside, and she is, sitting forlornly on a chaise and fooling around with a Nerf football and getting more tan, which is not what I'd suggest for her, since she already looks…well, a trifle mature. Any road, Brad comes out to check her okay. She's embarrassed about her injuries and Brad's pity. Inside, McCarten reports to the others that he's "brushing" Michele's arm, and…look, I'm not unaware that this sort of cattiness is half the draw of this show, and that it's a competition, but caring that much, that humorlessly, this early in the going? Doesn't that seem like a bad call strategically? With that many women still in it, wouldn't you want to behave a little more generously towards someone who hit her head, as you must have done repeatedly as a child in order to have this poor a sense of how you come off, McCarten? Sheena says in an 'etterview that they all hope Michele's okay, but at the same time, they're there for one reason, which is a nicer way to put it without blowing sunshine up the situation's ass. Thank you, Sheena. Brad tells Michele that she's tough, which is "very attractive," and gets on his way.
Beach house. Brad sets about making drinks. Brad VO: I have to give away a rose, tough decision, blah.
Bikini montage. Girls do cartwheels and handstands on the sand. The girls beg Brad to take his shirt off; it's Stephy who takes matters into her own hands and peels it off him.
Back at the house, the track-date girls are bitching about how tacky the others were with the bikini parade. Jade, rearranging her matronly bang sweep, sniffs that she thought "they were being really…forward." In an 'etterview, she talks about the division in the house between the "classier" girls, in the track-date group, and the other girls "who went on today's date." Hillary, once again not wearing a top that suits her torso, bitches that Brad wants a girl he can bring home to his family, "not some trashy girl that has a nice body and -- acts fake." Telling phrasing, that. What about a sweet girl that has a nice body and acts sincere? Because you'd be oh for three, Hillsy. You heard me.